“I realize many people feel this says bad things about me. I feel that says bad things about them”

OK then.]

[UPDATE II: Alleged super-private personal information that was not actually super-private personal information but, in fact, was useful to prove to skeptical MSM-types that people can actually have a personalized license plate what spells out “DRUNK,” REDACTED.Boy, aren’t we touchy touchy! Awfully touchy for somebody having that on his license plate in fucking Marin, the world capital of drunk drivers. I guarantee that every cop that sees your plate does a double-take. And I thought you had posted a little ditty about your plate (because you had). But if you want to trade your exciting high-profile lifestyle ride for my boring, unnamed and aging Land Cruiser, well, let’s do it, if it would help you out if your shame spiral. In any event, REDACTED. (In mitigation, REDACTED is NOT the publisher of Gannett Co Inc’s The Bold Italic.)]

This hungry-looking kitten made it a good way up Haight Street, starting at Fillmore – the kitty would nose into each doorway to see if the coast is clear, and if not, then move on to the next food emporium.

Feral or not? Well, how about something in between? What does your cat do when he or she is out at night? Mmmm.